The first time he sees her, he is sitting in the back of a taxi, surrounded by open folders and loose papers; his laptop open and whirring on his knees; staring out of the rain washed windows at a city shrouded by a thin, grey blanket of moisture. She is clutching a thin, paper bag to her chest, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground; hurriedly pushing past the confused mêlée of blank faced passers-by who shove past her without a second glance. She is nothing to them, this dark haired girl dressed in a rumpled white shirt and multi coloured harem pants with the long dark hair tumbling out of a hasty bun and the downcast eyes. A flicker of recognition sparks in his brain, but dies as the driver takes a sharp left and she is, once again; lost from sight.